Just say no to special knives to use around sheeple!

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Lone Hunter

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I have seen this in other threads,where guys say they carry a sak or other traditional slipjoint for use around others,and keep their tac folder out of sight.

I'd just like to state why I do the opposite and why.When we hide things we do,own or believe others don't realize how many of us there are or that us good guys can own things like big black tac folders.I don't want people to only see big tac folders used by bad guys in movies,I want them to know that nice guys use them too.:)

When I medic for a football team I cut up tape and chin straps with a big folder not my emt shears,when I went in my kids class to carve pumpkins(only dad among many moms):D I used my full sized AFCK.When I go into classrooms to teach fire safety I always show the kids one tool I carry on and off duty a four inch black folder.I use them at basketball practice(I coach),daycare everywhere.Never had a problem,not once.

Now I can understand why some may use a sak when among all strangers,like say a sporting event( I don't but can see why some would),but around people you know,or people who know of you,or see
you around I'm lost.If the knife you use scares people who know you maybe their scared of you to begin with.Some will say its not worth the hassle to answer some peoples dumb questions or get some grief from others,I say it is! If you won't stand up for your knives who will???

I want the teacher to think back of the fireman with the big black folder and that the nice man across the street who helped her tie up some brush also used one and so on and so on.I don't want her to only see them cut people up in the movies,yet if we keep them in our pockets thats what we get.Use 'em or lose'em.
 
Lone Hunter,

I agree, do not let yourself get in the habit of pandering to the politicaly correct crowd.

A knife is a every day tool.
 
I would use it whenever. Sometimes I recieved a "Thanks" for providing a much needed knife. Sometimes I got a "Jeez, dude! What the Hell is that for?" Lately I find my pockets full of slip joints. Maybe nostalgia is a sign of advancing years. But a thin carbon stel blade cuts well and is easy to sharpen. Also, they don't break the bank. So I can pick a new knife every so often. If I wanted to get something in s30v with g-10 it would take me quite a while to save up. That they don't draw a lot of attention is just a plus.

Frank
 
I carry a fixed blade (4") sheath knife on a daily basis. Granted, I live in the country, but it doesn't even raise an eyebrow in town. If I'm going to the big city, I'll usually carry a Buck 110 or Old Timer 60T on my belt, that's as close as I'll get to being PC.
 
Silverfox,I love slipjoints also. My Case Trapper has a look and feel that brings me back to my youth:) My 82 y/o dad carries a 2 bladed old Timer.Great knives,brings back a lot of memories.If thats what one carries thats what one carries.My issue is people who carry these to pander to the sheeple.
 
I can still remember the look of surprise on the face of this kid that helped me take my new tv out to the car, we had to open the box and stuff it in the back seat so as he's trying to use a key I pull out my spyde police and say here let me, his response was "whoa dude you actually carry that" hell I'm thinking about carrying my cs Vaquero Grande heheheheheheheh that ought to get some responses.
 
Depends where your from.
I carry a knife (or two, or three) daily, but here in the UK if a policeman sees it and deems it an edged weapon, then it IS an edged weapon, regardless of size, end of story :(

Even at my present place of employment, where I have been for 10 years, I wouldn't dream of pulling out a 4" folder and start breaking down cardboard boxes with it, I know for a fact that I would be down the road with no severance pay the very next day, the term "gross misconduct" covers just about anything an employer could wish for.

So it's not always a matter of pandering to the PC crowd, sometimes it's about not being arrested and keeping your job.
 
funny you should mention a Case trapper. That's what's sitting in my left pocket right now. The full sized CV yellow handle. I've always been drawn to the trappers. Musta been that old carbon steel Ka-bar I had as a kid.

Frank
 
I agree. Although I am usually carrying at least two knives, the one I use is based on the task not the setting.
 
Seems like many of us carry multiblades because they make great cutting tools too. They make great carries in an office environment on the other hand when I am wearing jeans I am libel to have one of a number of DA's in my pocket. For me it is not a matter of pleasing a P.C. society, just a matter of practicality.

I am glad there is room for all the types of knives we enjoy.
 
It generally makes no difference to me what anyone has to say about what blade I choose to carry on any different day mind you I don’t ever carry anything under 3",however I have never run into a problem with anyone flying of the handle or even saying "wow, what is that for" maybe its because of where I live and people are more lenient towards carrying a blade, at my college its not odd to see 10 little clips sticking out of people's pockets in a class of 30 or so. Kind of a good feeling knowing people accepting to the fact that a knife is a viable tool that is not seen as a weapon or a threat.
 
I wonder how many of you live or work in areas where the law limits the blade to 3", maximum? Or work for the federal government where the law, 18USC930 should anyone ask, forbids carrying "deadly or dangerous weapons" into federal; buildings, but then goes on to these definitions:
(g) As used in this section:
(1) The term "Federal facility" means a building or part
thereof owned or leased by the Federal Government, where Federal
employees are regularly present for the purpose of performing their official duties.
(2) The term "dangerous weapon" means a weapon, device,
instrument, material, or substance, animate or inanimate, that is
used for, or is readily capable of, causing death or serious bodily injury, except that such term does not include a pocket knife with a blade of less than 2\1/2\ inches in length.
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If you did, you would understand the need for such knives. Where I live, I am not so restricted and my EDC varies, but keeps coming back to my Spydie StarMate which approaches perfection in a folding knife about as well as any that I have ever seen, the only improvements possible being a Compression Lock and something besides basic black for a color choice, IMO. But where I work, in Washington, DC, and in a federal agency, I am so restricted, and I tend toward the Spydie Salsa and Meerkat as EDW(for Work)C. I am thinking of a Kiwi, not for any reason other than I like it, it appeals to me. On the other extreme, I also have a Camillus CUDA MAXX 5.5 that I like a lot, but I find it a bit large for comfortable carry, and by "comfortable", I mean physical not psychic. I haven't figured out how to carry it w/o it binding or poking me when I sit and, especially, when I drive.
 
If you did, you would understand the need for such knives.
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I think you're missing the point, Hugh. The poster that started this thread did not state that such knives were not needed; he exhorted us to stop being ashamed of useful tools by hiding them from mixed company. I think resisting the urge to marginalize and render illegitimate the carry and use of self-defense tools (that are obviously self-defense tools) is a worthy ideal.

On the other extreme, I also have a Camillus CUDA MAXX 5.5 that I like a lot, but I find it a bit large for comfortable carry, and by "comfortable", I mean physical not psychic. I haven't figured out how to carry it w/o it binding or poking me when I sit and, especially, when I drive.
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Behind your hip, within the region of your waistline above your rear pants pocket, is a "sweet spot" in which many large items can be carried IWB. Have you tried this? It may not work for your body type (as I honestly do not know how large or wide you are), but I carry large items (pistols, knives, whatever) there all the time and find it the most comfortable way.
 
My office EDC is a carbon fiber Police with Spyderedge. (the least sheeple friendly folder in existence)

Of course, my office is inhabited by no one other than myself. :)
 
I now carry a fixed blade of up to 4 1/2" and a pocketknife on me at most times. Quite often I also have my 110 on my belt. When I carried tactical knives I would have either my Buck Strider or DDR Madd Maxx, both of which I carried IWB, with me at all times. There were lots of oohs and aahs when I brought out the Madd Maxx, but I think that 90% of the time these oohs and aahs were accompanied by *That thing can't be legal* (it is). These comments never stopped me from carrying my knives, but they sure did get me exasperated after awhile. Sometimes you just get tired of answering the stupid questions. Then again, I have often thought od carrying a 12" Bowie on my belt (these are legal to carry in my local as well) to see what kind of a reaction that would get. Haven't done it yet though.
 
Originally posted by komondor
carbon fiber Police with Spyderedge. (the least sheeple friendly folder in existence)
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My G-10 Civilian with Spyderedge and carbon fiber Civilian with plain edge think your Police is a PC lapdog. :p :D





Now where do I find one?:D
 
I think for the most part, it's a great idea to exercise your protected rights. However, where I'm from, the sheeple rule. Also, being a younger man (mid twenties) I still run into hassles that say, my father wouldn't. For instance, my Benchmade TSEK attracts attention when used, even though I open it calmly in public (no wrist flick whatsoever). It's the best folder I own, and therefore the one I carry, unless I'm downtown, in which case my Buck 110fg accompanies me, which is more sheeple friendly. If I'm in public, I don't show off my knives. However, the last thing I need to do is lick boots to explain why my 3.9" folder is a tool, and not a weapon, while a LEO attempts to throw his arm out of joint demonstrating centrifugal force and breaking my knife. :mad: At least carrying my Buck alleviates this worry. Sometimes, you have to acquiesce just to get by. But governments keep taking and taking, and sheeple keep giving and giving. So it goes.


Regards,

Shaun.
 
My EDC is going to be my new Strider Tactical GB. (IF it ever gets here! :grumpy: )

It doesn't get a whole lot bigger and badder-looking than that!!!

:D

Screw the sheep. Let 'em bleat.

I often carry my MT UT D/E. I pulled it out once and handed it to my boss when he needed a knife, and he thought it was really cool! :cool:



LEGACY OF STEEL



I am Riddle of Steel.

My legal name is Malloy, of the clan O'Molloy, county Offaly, Ireland. My ancestors, descended from Neil of the Nine Hostages, lived by the sword and the dirk. Our stretch of Ireland for over forty generations was called Fircall and we were its rulers. An eleventh century text reads; “The princes of Fircall, of the ancient sword, are O’Molloy.” The steel was our ally and companion in a wild and dangerous land. Steel in hardened Irish hands protected us while we tilled the soil and raised our cattle. When we warred with other clans we killed and sometimes died, again by the steel. When the English came we fought with the steel until they overwhelmed us. Afterwards we had to hide our swords and concealed the carry of our dirks and knives. Carrying and training with weapons, the pipes, native songs and even Gaelic itself was outlawed. When guns and powder came to our land, in secret, we mastered and added them to our belts. We fought for 300 years against an occupation army on our island. They called us traitors in our own land for not swearing allegiance to an English king or worshiping in an English church. Officially, we were an unarmed population standing in defiance of the most powerful-armed empire on earth. In truth, with guns and powder, bombs and knives we fought and struggled until we freed most of Ireland.

We were also locked in combat with another enemy we could not defeat. Instead it killed us by the thousands, the tens of thousands, the millions. Famine killed and scattered my clansmen to the distant corners of the earth. It was brought on by generations of absentee English landlords raping the land, English taxes, and exportation of shiploads of food to England while the Irish people starved. On the tiny plots of our land the English lords rented us we grew potatoes. It was the only crop that could support a family on such a small area. When the potato crop failed, we starved. No steel could save us, not sword nor gun nor plow.
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During the time of British occupation some of my clan came to America. We brought with us the steel. My great-great-great-great grandfather settled in the mountains of central Virginia. Law there was mostly what you made of it. Those who were strong and knew the steel and lived and prospered; those who were weak or unarmed died. Our family grew strong farming, hunting, trapping and fishing. We used the steel during the Revolution to free this land from the hated British. With powder, ball and blade my forebear secured the freedom for me I would not have had in Ireland. Again in 1812 we beat back those who would usurp that liberty.

My great-great-great grandfather came to the piedmont of North Carolina in a flat bottom boat on the Dan river. He and his family took a grand adventure and gave up everything to live by their wits in a new land. They used the steel to defend against bandits and Indians. At that time the foothills of our state was a wilderness. From this wilderness he carved an 800 acre farm with sweat, sinew, courage and steel. He carried a brace of pistols and a knife as part of every day of life.

My great-great grandfather went to war to defend the freedom he had come to cherish in our hilly wooded land. Yes, he owned a slave or two, but what he fought for was the freedom to live free and conduct his own affairs as he saw fit. In this war we learned that not all thieves of freedom come from other countries. Any federal government , British or American, that intrudes on the lives of its citizens uninvited cries out for resistance. The thought was, we had traded one tyranny for another. Hundreds of thousands of Americans died for what they believed was this just cause. He had lived his life free with the steel as a tool of war and of peace. He was one of the best shots in the county. His exploits with a knife also survive in family documents. When he returned from the Civil War he carried his brace of ivory handled six-guns and a large knife until the day he died. Best accounts state he was never afraid to use them. At his death they hung on a belt on his bedpost.

My great-grandfather moved to town to take advantage of the new industrial boom. To the city of the new age of steel he had brought the steel of our ancestors with him. We still have the revolver he used to defend himself and his family in this new urban wilderness. His son, my grandfather, was the first generation of my family that never went armed. An overprotective strict mother raised him. His education was the tea party and the textbook, not the woodlands and the steel. Maybe he was a product of the times. Laws had been passed that forbad the carry of weapons in cities. For the first time in history Americans were learning to look to the government for their needs. When he was in his thirties he was murdered in an alley by two thugs over $20.00.

My father is also a stranger to the steel. He was raised in that same city by his mother with no father. To him the steel was something to be taken up in war and then turned into a plow during the peace. To my knowledge, the first weapon he ever owned was obtained as collateral for a loan to an employee. Uninterested, he later gave it to my sister. However, luck of the Irish has been with him and he still lives.

As for me, far removed from the green Irish hills, I have again taken up the steel. The gun and blade are constants of my life. Through them I reach back across the generations to a distant skin clad chieftain on a shaggy Irish pony griping the hilt of his sword, to a Revolutionary soldier loading his musket as the redcoats cross the field toward him, to the settler on the eastern frontier feeding and protecting his family, to the Civil War soldier sitting in the mud at Sharpsburg with the pungent smell of burned powder in his nose, to my grandfather laying in a stinking alley his blood on the bricks.

You ask me why I carry the steel?

I ask you why were laws passed and kept on the books for almost one hundred years that choked my right to carry it? This right my clan has cherished for over a thousand years. A right secured for my family and me by the blood of patriots. Why does the same intrusive federal government we bled to rid ourselves of now seek to disarm me? Why is there American soil I can not tread upon armed? Why do honest Americans fear the steel?

Why do I carry the steel? Indeed sir, why do you not carry it!?


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